Sometimes the journey is hard, and it’s okay to say so. — I shouted ahead to my son, “I feel like such a loser!” as my bike screeched to a halt, and I hissed a cuss word under my breath. We were mountain biking, something I’ve never done before. …

You know what you want to write and the goals you have are real, but sometimes life, excuses and your own fear can get in the way of success. There is no magical unicorn that will make the process any easier, but if you make writing a daily habit where…

Sometimes I can be pretty hard on myself because my faith in God ebbs and flows from strong to weak and somewhere in between on a daily basis. And, I know, talking about God and spirituality is the equivalent of talking about politics. …

We all walk through life gathering a variety of perspectives because our experiences and interactions are not identical to everyone else’s. These diverse lenses are what make life rich and full when we can stretch to see beyond ourselves. …

Being busy means we’re vibrating with life, and that doesn’t have to be stressful. — Sometimes when I complain about being busy, I have to remind myself one day, it will all be over. One day, I won’t be packing lunches at dawn while I sip coffee. One day, I won’t be running to a day job and collaborating with others to do fulfilling work…

At first, I didn’t want to forgive him and let him off the hook that easily. — I never would have imagined I’d be grateful to feel nothing for the man I once said marriage vows to. It was grueling to have feelings of anything stronger than lukewarm estrangement after he left. …

Writing isn’t always easy, so I use these 3 words to keep me on track when I find myself shying away in self-doubt, fear, and laziness — Writing can be a lonely road with no clear reason as to why we do this to ourselves. I mean, why would anyone in their right mind sit alone in a coffee shop getting their thoughts out on the screen with no guarantee of money or climbing any corporate ladder? …

You’d think a war in Ukraine would move me to action. Instead, I drive up to the second window of a Wendy’s drive-thru and pay for my food. — Yesterday I was going through a Wendy’s drive-thru while listening to a Ukrainian man on the radio, desperate to find his wife amid the current invasion from Russia. He stayed back to fight and now has no idea if she’s alive. The last text he received from her was, “We…

It says a lot about society’s priorities when someone can get paid more to serve burgers than to care for the sick. Mr. Rogers said to look for the helpers in the world. But all the helpers are getting burned out and underpaid. If we’re not careful, there will be…